Everybody's got one
That they can't receive
When the can's in the kitchen
We're starting to breed
Black walls (x6)
You shouldn't hate your body
It's a part of you
You shouldn't hate your family
it's part of you
You shouldn't hate your neighbors
'cause they're part of you!
Black Walls (x8)
Circa 1762
Met her when I was a drum cadet
Sold her the skins off my second set
Yves!
See myself come running back
See myself come running back
Running back, running back
Running, running, running back
See myself come running back
See myself come running back
Running back, running back
Running, running, running back
Asshole, royal blue velvet robe
Castles, we never had any of those
See myself come running back
See myself come running back
Running back, running back
Running, running, running back
See myself come running back
See myself come running back
Running back, running back
Running, running, running back
I was in a three-piece band
And there were no strings
Only winds and skins
And torn flags
The burnt, burnt match
Relight the burnt match
Light the burnt match
And stick a flag on it
Ed aims
There’s no fire
A charming face on his sister
A darling face on his sister
And a dour face on his sister
A bratty face on his sister
I wish I could
But I can’t handle her at all
Give me your lens-cap please
There’s a chief investigator standing in the middle of the street
Where his aunt was slashed last night
once they running from market to the hydrant
And he can’t do his job properly
‘Cause she gave him the favourite presents every holiday
And he dearly misses her
So they call
So they call
Run, run me down
So they called a private investigator with a long nose and a large pipe with no problem
Picks up the assailant leaning on a large leg in a valley sixty miles away
You know what he said?
“He did the crime, but I’m doing the time, chief investigator”
This is a song about lonely Edward Franklin Aims
Out of a job
Steadies himself as a tinker
Has his two children shovelling small plates under the chin
Amateurs, scraps of change and tenement men
And one case separated him from the decent and stress filled life
They’re keeping it somewhere in a small museum outside of Copenhagen
He looks off into the ocean
Respect to the Vikings
And the Caucasian warriors
I lost, it's lost
For sale: the preston school of industry
for sale: the preston school of industry
has closed it's doors
now we're all waiting for the chance
to take a break
man kill yourself
and i know it's true
for sale: the preston school of industry (and architecture)
has closed it's doors now
has closed it's doors now forever i know
situated on a hill
it's in my soul(?)
it's in my soul(?)
never never never
Greenlander
On an icy island north
In the woods behind the church
We can bury crimson lockets, filled with dirt
And when the April thaw
Brings us out again
We can bless the arrows
And the sun wont stall
And the land will never fall
On virgin fields we'll skate
Stand-by children we'll create
But the arctic wintry spells
of windmills melts
into the threshing snow
you can't thresh the soul
when the snow is ending
there's no deep vine grove
you can't see the blankets go
Everything I said was right
Everything I did was wrong
Now I'm waiting for the night
To bring the dawn
Into the only room
where the fire's warm
where we keep our vices warm
and it's all that's left
all that's left is vices torn
Haunt You Down
I got a leaf, And a splif
I like that splif
God bless that splif in my mouth
Or should I say Jah-baby
Spin doctors are crazy
Take it Butch
I got a light complete with my love
I got a wife, she fits like a leather glove
I got a kinfe,
I keep it above my heart for you
Rock on
You know it sets me down
The way you tremble when you're down
And all the lies you tell
Come back to haunt you baby
Come back to haunt you down
Come back to haunt you baby
Come back to haunt you down
Christmas in France
I don't wanna have no pants
I've had Christmas in France
Where they don't wear any pants
I've had Christmas in Detroit
How do you think that feels?
I've been married in Cinncinnati too
Hold off
All you New York fillies waitin' for your man to come home
All you Deece (??) undecided foxes
I'm comin' out, I'm comin' out
For you
Smell you on my hands and it smells pretty good
Hold me down and love me
Hold me down and love me
Keep that knife above me
I'll teach you how to look my age if you want to look older
I'll teach you how to look my age if you want to look older
I'll teach you how to look my aaaaaage
I'll teach you how to act like over age, over age
I love perth
everyone is carrying on in this house
afraid to live there? i can't even watch
the things you do and the people you know.
a groovy scene in australia, i will move;
take my surfboard maybe i'll groove
noise addicts and other folks, oh yeah!
our hearts were blanketed with it all,
and then i took off the blanket and saw
the petty shawl you bought for me
you're gorgeous; i'm pretty handsome too?
we make a pair, me and you
me and you forever...on and on and on and on
me and you forever on and on.
Kentucky Cocktail
Thought I could walk through any door
Any door left unlocked
Turnstiles click, passengers leave
Clerks never think, feet never bleed
Over the stalls pacers pace
Lacix love can’t be traced
I’ve got a system; I’ve got the line
I’m on the inside, right every time
Snake!
Nail Clinic
Call, response, syncopated prose
Fuck the highs because I live for the lows
4 by 4 with activated lift kit
it's good in my car so it must be a hit
I know where the heart is
I know where the heart is
Giant drinks, the waitress indisposed
Ski that jump on the tip of her nose, forget it?
Songs are written but never with a pen
Words will follow but you never know when
I know where the start is
I know where the start is
No More Kings
Rockin', rollin' splishin', splashin'
Over the horizon, what can it be?
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Do it to me one time.
The pilgrims sailed the sea
To find a place to call their own so free
In their little ship, the Mayflower
They hope to find a better home to be
The finally knocked on Plymouth Rock
As some one said we're there
It may not look like home
But at this point I don't care
Oh they were missing mother England
They swore their loyalty until the very end
Anything you say King, it's okay King
You know it's kinda scary on your own
We've got to all just get together
Talk to call each other on our telephones
I want no more king
no more king X 3
You taxed our property
you didn't give us any choice
and meanwhile back in England
you didn't give them any voice
That's what I call taxation without representation
And that's not fair (It's wrong! It's wrong!)
It's a long list of mistakes you made King
And let's start with the - worst
You had the nerve to tax our cup of tea
To put it kindly King, what? did you expect me to agree?
Gonna show you why we dumped it in the ocean
Made the biggest harbor of tea you'll ever see
No more King
We're gonna run our things our own way X 2
Gonna run it into the ground
Oddity
(reprise du groupe The Clean)
There you go alright
There you go alright
You're not as strong and you're not as bright
And that's alright
It's ok, It's alright
It's ok, It's alright oh yeah
Well you're hitchin' a ride
and you're hitchin' a ride
and you're hitchin' a ride ok
There you go all day
There you go all night
Lovers run a loveless struggle
That's ok it's alright
It's ok it's alright
It's ok oh yeah
Well you're hitchin' a ride
and you're hitchin' a ride
and you're hitchin' a ride oh yeah
Cause it's an oddity
It's true oh yeah
Cause it's an oddity
It's true oh yeah
Cause it's an oddity
It's true oh yeah
Over the edge
Got a lot of smiles to fake, don't you know
so you fake them
and you fake, and you fake them
Got a lot of books to read, don't you know
so you stack them
and you crack, and you crack on there
Bird is flyin' over the edge
Thirty, bird is flyin' over the edge, of the edge
of the edge
Got a lot of drugs to take, don't you know
so you wake up, and you bake, and you bake 'em
Got a lot of lives to leave, don't you know
so you lead them, and you peel 'em of feelin'
A bird pushed me over the edge, of the edge
Birdy, birdy push me over the edge, of the edge
Painted soldiers
(That's all you're singin now?)
Why do you have to say those things
About my face, about my name
I didn't want things to end this way
I didn't want things to end this way
All my soldiers are painted
And i'm one of them
But i'm still dedicated
And i feel...
Why do you have to say those things
About my fault, about my sting
I didn't want things in this way
I didn't want things in this way
All my soldiers are painted
And i'm one of them
But i'm still dedicated
To see...
I knew he like to talk himself but
He wanted the whole world to know
It makes me sick inside
I just got to hold back
And if your soldiers are painted
Don't be like one of them
But if you're still dedicated
Then, it's allright
Rain ammunition
Rain ammunition
The four prey
Winter is wrapped and it’s a cold bitter trap
Right away moves the virgin tribe
Lady _ _ for him up your dress
No one will lay it and no one will say it
Kids are like a wild _ _
Tough shaved legs won’t ever be the same
Passion
There’s a troop, he’s not plural
He’s dropped off by a desert shack
Shantytown look at your lime sparks
Under the tree she falls like a leaf
Flutter
Stay on the primal scream track
Rave up your fortune
The miners will help you get back, back, back, back
What they took away in ‘82
Labour, labour
Robyn Turns 26
Robyn turned 26, just for kicks
You know she still lives in Portland
Maybe she should move to Boulder
eat granola, rock and rolla is king
Kick it with the trustafarians
Call her at her college
Are they sega or atarians?
Slackers and backpackers
Air force kids and skateboard daddy mackers
Robyn had a pig named Lionel
She digs the vinyl
I used to jump on a trampoline
Eating _, sniffing Mr. Clean
Where the fuck have you been girl?
Bustin' karaoke at chopsticks
Sister Christian the time has come to wrestle with your demons
Tag-teamin', get that audience screaming, go
Though we showed up at your party, a little tardy
It’s better late than never when it’s MC Heather and the rest of the crew
Twenty camel lights, a six-pack of brew
That’s 26 friends, the same as your age
Robyn!
Secret knowledge of backroads
So you wanted it
The priceless sword
The ancient craft
I’m so bored with your ancient craft
And your ancient laughs
And everyone is laughing at you
He sees it all there
He sees it behind him
It’s behind his southern mind
And it’s so new
So Hunter called, said to me
It’s not as good as the first EP
Beside himself, on the shelf
Off the blue, into the grey
He sees it all there
Sees it behind him
It’s behind his southern mind
It’s so new
Kick the sand, kick the can
Kick it in the face of another man
So you kick it out, it's out of town
I never felt _ _
I know what I want
I know it’s behind me
Behind my western mind
And it’s so new
It’s so new
Sensitive Euro Man
Sensitive Euro man
We're so envious of your etiquette demands
Until we saw you lost in the dark
Without your bright ideals
Well I never heeded the tick of a clock
And the calendars told me what month it was you know
Some boys just never give up in light of your bright ideals
Intuition needs no alibi
‘Cause you never can tell when it will arrive
You know hagglers always know when
To spit on your bright ideals
There's a reckless thoughts
A Christian missionary
He's a pattern-finding proctor
You can't spell, so he mocked ya
It's no wonder that you don't have a time
For the light of his bright ideals
Unseen Power of the Picket Fence
Some bands I like to name check,
And one of them is REM,
Classic songs with a long history
Southern boys just like you and me.
R - E - M
Flashback to 1983,
Chronic Town was their first EP
Later on came Reckoning
Finster's art, and titles to match:
South Central Rain, Don't Go Back To Rockville,
Harbourcoat, Pretty Persuasion,
You were born to be a camera,
Time After Time was my least favourite song,
Time After Time was my least favourite song.
The singer, he had long hair
And the drummer he knew restrait.
And the bass man he had all the right moves
And the guitar player was no saint.
So lets go way back to the ancient times
When there were no 50 states,
And on a hill there stands Sherman
Sherman and his mates.
And they're marching through Georgia,
we're marching through Georgia,
we're marching through Georgia
G-G-G-G-Georgia
They're marching through Georgia,
we're marching through Georgia,
marching through Georgia
G-G-G-G-Georgia
and there stands REM
(Aye Sir, Aye Sir, Aye Sir they're coming, Aye Sir, move those wagons, Aye
Sir, Artillery's in place Sir, Aye Sir, Aye Sir, hide it, hide it, Aye
Sir, run, run.)
You are a Sprite drinker
Politics and dancers
Second day romancers
Heaven is a truck
You forget you might be lost
Cause you are the likeness
A heavy motherfucker
From the western p.a
You are the light, you are the light
The coming of day
You are the light, you are the light
The coming of day
You are the light
Walls around the building
Witness mercy killing
Stab him with a pencil
He bleeds just like a truck stop victim
You are a Sprite drinker
And i am partial to Coca-cola
You are the light, you are the light
The coming of day
You are the light, you are the light
The coming of day